Tamed By The Shrew

by J. P. Davies

Thou hath wandered, and passed upon the road,
though thy destination be enhumbled.
Thy mind raceth on towards thy abode,
To whence thou in thy folly hast stumbled.
Waiting in duress for thou is thy wife,
a maiden whos sweet voice dost not know tact.
Beating thy sore hide to one inch of life,
so doing, laying thee upon thy back.

A score and two wonderous years hath passed,
since thee hast wedded this daring grey shrew.
And thou best not to tarry, best hurry fast,
lest her sooth arms not homeward welcome you.
So, as thou cautiously enter your drive,
Say, "I Love Thou, My Dear" to stay alive.


Author's Note: All the sonnets are due to the Teen Patron Contest...I'm gonna keep writing them...Oh and I rewrote this so it would have 10 syllable in every line...I have no idea about the Hard-soft syllables...

Posted on 02/10/2004
Copyright © 2022 J. P. Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 02/11/04 at 03:24 AM

This is hilarious! Well, to me at least, if I'm comprehending it right. hahaha, last two lines are killer.

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